Little bright-eyed Florence Bailey,
Was a child of tender years;
She had early learned of Jesus,
Who dispels all doubts and fears;
She had heard it from her teacher,
Who was faithful to her Lord;
And had taught the wondrous story,
As is told us in God’s Word
“God so loved the little children;”
(This the story that is told,)
“That He sent His Son to gather
All the lambs unto His fold;”
Florence heard it, and believed it,
Opened wide her own heart’s door,
Gladly bade the Saviour enter,
And to leave her nevermore.
Home went Florence, still rejoicing,
And with dollies ‘ranged around,
Told to them in childish language
Of the Saviour she had found;
“Now then, darlings,” said their teacher,
“If to heaven you would go,
You must take the loving Saviour,
Who died ‘cause He loved you so.”
And the mother, listening softly,
Heard her little girlie speak;
This rejoiced her own heart greatly,
Brought the tears unto her cheek;
Now she, too, owns Christ as Saviour,
And is happy in her Lord;
All because of little Florence,
Who gave out God’s precious Word.
Little Florence still is happy,
And tries yet to act her part:
“Long ago I came to Jesus,
And I gave Him all my heart.”
You who read this simple story,
Come to Jesus while ‘tis day,
He will never, never leave you,
But will keep you all the way.
ML 03/12/1944